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Jim, I wish I could say it was coming at all. Every once in a while I wipe off the thin layer of dust and play with it but it's hard to really find any time alone. My girlfriend swallows up a lot of my life and we've been working on that lately, trying to find our own space and what not. We've been together for a while (Well, like almost 2 years) and are used to spending every minute with each other..

Also when I took my month long break from pot I thought I would play with the keyboard more...but where as my break definitely led to me writing a lot more (Thank goodness) it led to me playing even less with the keyboard. Thanks for remembering about that at all though - makes me think I should definitely go back to the keys.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

Yeah...I go to see a shrink once a week and we talk about art and writing and life and psychedelia and what not and he told me that since I was taking this drug-break to reinvigorate my desire to write that I should write ABOUT drugs, which I thought was a pretty novel idea. I used to be afraid of writing about my drug experiences because the one recurring theme in all my trips is "Words are not enough, they will never be enough" which is kind of a paradoxical thing for someone who wants to be a writer to experience...but I've been trying. I wrote the Salvia report in my sig and I'm working on a much more fiction-esque telling of a shroom trip.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

I'm gonna have a pad and pen tied around my neck (well, not literally, but always handy) when I finally eat my ergot goodies sometime this weekend. Expect a fun story.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.